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A Kiss Away
A Kiss Away
A Kiss Away
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A Kiss Away

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Mollie hasn't been able to find a nice guy...yet. When her friends suggest online dating, well, she was willing to give it a try.

So a computer matches up her profile to some guys profile. Right! The profile matches things not emotions. Right?

Dan's willing to give online dating a try. Meet some nice women. Why not?

When Mollie and Dan meet, there's a connection and maybe a past?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherG. Whitman
Release dateSep 23, 2014
ISBN9781502255938
A Kiss Away
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G. Whitman

I believe in Happily Ever After. I'm always looking for the silver lining and hope to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I find life absolutely hysterical sometimes and try not to take myself too seriously. I also love watching sports- football, hockey, baseball. I read romance, but I also love a good mystery thriller. You can email me at gwhitmanauthor@gmail.com

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    A Kiss Away - G. Whitman

    Chapter 1

    I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this. Mollie stabbed at her salad.

    What? Janie asked. You said you would give online dating a try.

    No one says you have to go on a date with anyone, Maria added. See who’s out there. Maybe there is someone interesting.

    You said yourself you’re not meeting anyone. Our fix-ups haven’t gone well either. Janie looked a little sheepish. Sorry about that.

    You weren’t to know that Harry’s friend had a drinking issue.

    Harry swore he didn’t know.

    So when the four of us went out, the alcohol loosened his tongue enough to tell us all about the DWI’s? Mollie questioned.

    I guess? Janie was perplexed by that as well.

    What happened with that guy from the company on the fourth floor? He was in sales, wasn’t he? Maria asked.

    They all worked in a four story building whose tenants varied. They worked for a medical device and research company. The guy in question worked for the sales and finance office of a large chain of car dealerships. They all said a polite hello at the coffee shop in the lobby. After two months, he finally asked her out.

    We had nothing in common. His main concern in life was how much money he could make and what kind of expensive car he could buy.

    Yuck. Maria stuck out her tongue.

    Yuck is right. He was very self-centered. Definitely not my type.

    Okay, then. All the more reason to put an honest profile of yourself out there. Only go out with the person or persons who share similar likes. Janie was determined to see her friend happy in a relationship.

    I don’t know.

    Come on. You said you would. Janie’s eyes pleaded.

    Okay, Mollie sighed.

    Go to the website tonight and fill in the questionnaire.

    Questionnaire? How many questions?

    A lot.

    Would you like to define that, Janie?

    Janie hesitated. She knew Mollie would balk. My sister Jill said, she lowered her voice, about fifty.

    Fifty questions about me and what I like or are looking for. Are you kidding? Mollie gave her a friend her annoyed look.

    They’re general questions. They want to get the right people together. You’ve met my sister Jill and her husband Rob. They’re perfect with beautiful children. It works, Mollie.

    I’m not that interesting enough to even answer that many questions.

    Don’t sell yourself short. Maria was the voice of reason. You do this once and then never again. If you meet someone, fine. If you don’t, you don’t. You can never say you didn’t try.

    Why can’t I be like you? Mollie asked. Drop dead gorgeous and have a great husband like your Rick.

    Ricardo and I work very hard at our marriage. Maria looked at Mollie. Try this and we’ll never bother you again.

    Somehow, I doubt that.

    MOLLIE WENT HOME THAT night and started working on her homework. It wasn’t as if the questionnaire was hard, but she hated thinking and answering questions about herself.

    Appearance was pretty straight-forward. We all have types we like.

    Did people really care about astrological signs? Body art. Some people could care less about that, but maybe that was a generational thing. Mollie actually knew lots of people with tattoos. She guessed it depended on the person and what the tattoo depicted.

    Politics and religion. Those were two things people either loved or hated. There wasn’t an in between these days. Mollie still believed in faith, but her going to church on Sundays waned recently. It might not be a bad idea to start up again. Politics she’d have to get back to.

    Mollie answered all the questions, but it all felt so complicated. She never thought of herself as complicated.

    She loved being an executive admin to the VP of sales. Everything flowed through her first. She did clean up a lot of things from the sales people going up and every VP going down. They appreciated her knowledge and tenacity and was compensated well.

    Outside of work, Mollie liked doing almost anything with friends and family. She liked to hike and mountain bike. She played informal sports, loved a good meal, and conversation. She cried if a book or movie was sad.

    That wasn’t complicated. Was it?

    Mollie got in to work the next day and the first questions out of Janie’s mouth was about the questionnaire.

    Did you finish it?

    Good morning to you too. Yes. I would love some coffee.

    I’m sorry. Janie smiled brightly. Good morning, Mollie. Let’s get some coffee.

    I think I would love a cup of coffee.

    So, did you finish it?

    Let’s just say I have a draft that I’m reviewing.

    Really?

    Thinking about myself and my likes and dislikes is not something I do often.

    But you are going to do it.

    God, Janie, you are worse than my mother. Every time I talk to her she asks if I met a nice man. She likes to tell me she’s not getting younger and would like some grandchildren.

    All moms do that. It’s their thing. Janie stopped to sip her coffee. Let’s see how it goes. What’s the worst that happens? You meet new people you’re not interested in.

    Right. I need to get to work.

    At lunch, when everyone was out, Mollie did review her

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